James

[cuppa_q]

Harry was back at his headquarters, and Q was back in Q branch, while James was most likely in Mallory's office. It was still strange being back in London, strange being back at work so soon after being taken, and the sympathetic looks from Tanner and the rest of the boffin's hadn't escaped Q's notice. In fact they'd only encouraged him to go hide himself away in his office, rather than the lab. He had plenty of paperwork to keep him busy after all, the gadgets could wait a day longer.

The stack of papers sat beside him untouched, however, and he instead found himself flicking through the security feeds, searching for James.

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[0_0_7]

"Please? Please harder? Please faster?" he taunted, knowing just what Q meant. He slowly, slowly picked up his speed, fucking into Q harder and harder until he was shoving him up into the pillow.

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Crying out, Q had to hold on tight to keep himself from hitting the headboard, but the sounds he made were lusty and encouraging. He wanted this- He wouldn't pretend he didn't.

"James. ...Fuck, Bond... James... Double-o Seven," he babbled as he pulled himself off in time with the other man's thrusts.

[0_0_7]

Bond took mercy on him- and on himself- and moved faster. Bond fucked him harder with sharp thrusts, sure he couldn't draw it out much longer.

"Give it to me," he growled. "Mine. All mine. Give it up," he demanded, fucking Q faster and faster.

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Whimpering, Q knew he couldn't hold back a moment more, and before he could say anything more he was coming hard. Only then did his eyes slip shut and his lips fall silent.

[0_0_7]

When Q fell apart there was no hope of lasting. Bond pumped into him again, then again, then toppled over the edge himself with a rough grunt and a rumbling sigh. He sank down to kiss Q as he pumped his release with short, sharp thrusts until he was spent.

"I love you," he whispered, barely heard.

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"I love you," Q gasped in return. "I love you. I- I love you, James. So much. ...Too much, I fear."

He was panting and damp with sweat, and the boffin as good as melted into the pillows beneath him.

[0_0_7]

Bond thrust harder and sharper, each push a vow of his love He drove in until he spilled with a grunt and a moan, filling Q with his seed and barely a gasp that acknowledged what the man had gasped.

[cuppa_q]

Just the feeling of James coming- It was still so exciting and new. He'd done that. He had that power over the double-o. ...It gave him a real thrill, if he was honest.

[0_0_7]

Bond sank down, releasing his hold on Q's leg. He was absolutely used up and although Q's potion made it so he didn't hurt, he had a sneaking suspicion he'd overdone it and would pay later.

He settled in beside Q, half on top of him to pin him in place, and kissed his shoulder tenderly.

"I do love you," he said, eyes closed.

[cuppa_q]

"As I do you," Q said softly, shifting as close as he could and settling in.

[0_0_7]

Bond sighed softly.

"I regret how long it's taken me to accept it. To admit it," he said quietly.

[cuppa_q]

"I don't. I think everything happened the best way it could," Q assured him quietly, falling silent for a while so he could just enjoy this moment of calm.

Some time passed before he spoke again.

"Do you think Harry's still at work?" he asked. "It must be hard with so few of them left."

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"I think he likely is. There's a lot to rebuild for them," he replied.

[cuppa_q]

"That could have been us you know," he said quietly. "If we hadn't stopped C and them- It could have been 6."

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"I'm well aware of that," Bond nodded. "There but for the grace of God..."

He sighed.

"I wonder what help we could give Harry. If he'd even want it."

[cuppa_q]

"I'd like to believe that if there's anything we can do, Harry will ask," Q said softly.

[0_0_7]

"Of course he will," Bond said with a conviction he wasn't entirely solid on. Much as he cared for Harry, he still didn't know him. Not really know him.

[cuppa_q]

Q smiled at that, then wriggled a little, squirming loose and climbing on top of James before settling in half atop him.

"Suppose that means you're all mine until he has time for us then."

[0_0_7]

Bond chuckled and held Q with strong hands.

"Whatever will you do with me, I wonder..."

[cuppa_q]

"I haven't decided yet," Q yawned. "Perhaps I'll convince you to take tomorrow off- Or at the very least work from home."

[0_0_7]

Bond's hands slid up and down Q's hips and thighs.

"If this is working from home I'll do it every day."

[cuppa_q]

"Oh? Well then, perhaps tomorrow I'll finally let you see my toybox," Q decided, settling in to finally sleep.

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"I think I'd like that," Bond said, pulling Q close. He could feel the drag of sleep pulling the boffin down, making him soft and heavy. He thought he could catch some rest as well.

"Close your eyes," he tempted.

[cuppa_q]

Q didn't resist the sweet temptation of rest, and soon enough he was out cold.

Sunlight was starting to creep in when he woke, and Q stretched out lazily before sitting up and pawing around for his glasses.

[0_0_7]

The shot Q had given him had worn off and so when he woke up he was sore. Bond moved gingerly, sitting up as Q fumbled for his glasses.

He groaned.

"I need a pill," he said. "I can't wait for this bloody thing to heal."

He had never been the most patient man.